Meet Opie, our 20-year-old cat. He is the son of KC (Kitty Cat), who found us 21 years ago on Thanksgiving weekend. She helped with the leaves in the yard and then moved in. We didn't realize how friendly KC was getting with the neighbor's cat until she started to get really fat. Uh oh. We gave away five kittens and kept Opie to give her company, much to her everlasting regret.
KC died last December. She was also 20 years old at the time. Opie has reached the same age in better shape, but he has been deaf for about a year and went blind a couple of months ago.
Since this house is the only world he's known, he has memorized the layout. He does pretty well, utilizing his whiskers whenever he encounters an obstacle.
We moved his food up from the basement. He's having a harder time with the stairs these days, although he still goes up to his perch at the top of the stairs. When he is there he's in the middle of the action, and he can feel our footfalls as we approach.
When he wants a drink, he climbs into the tub and sings loud and long. We turn on a dribble and pat him twice. That's the code for "Water's on, Your Highness."